I never thought I’d dislike you more than I do today and I can imagine your smile, so clearly, as I say that – part sad, part amused, part understanding; never not triumphant.

The games you make me play  are no longer fun, but you never meant them to be fun for me and I’ve always known that. I still play because this life would be boring if I sat in the sidelines forever.

Your hair shimmers like the gorgeous lies of Gaiden – Mountains
Clouds, sea and so much blue that it would burn me before I drowned in it, almost failing to notice the elusive red in the corners of my vision.

I gave away Sixty-Six pieces of me and all your games have always been gambles, but this, this game wasn’t about how much I’d win or lose in exchange for those pieces of me; this was about watching me burn in the blue as I was pulled under by it, marveling at the red while I struggled to breathe, and then, letting the darkness engulf me before I succumbed to all that Blue.

Give it back.
There is no mercy in cruelty.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. vishalbheeroo
    Apr 27, 2013 @ 12:29:17

    Bosatsu is sheer brilliance and bearing the stroke of a genuis. Superb Deeksha:)


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